The Horizon

It was a warm summer day in a hidden valley somewhere in Puerto Rico.

The light was fading fast and my crew was rushing everything into position.

We ran carrying heavy bags of (non toxic) paint and camera equipment.

We knew time was running out as we had just a few minutes of perfect fleeting light left.

I saw a vantage point and ran to get a wider view, the jagged cutting my bare feet as I ran like a madman

And then everything clicked into place;

the warm sun bounced of her blue hued skin. the long shadows cast from the sun gave deep otherworldly shadows.

We were in Mars and she had become the first Pretty Martian Women.